Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.51
Take My Breath Away
Disclaimers what the heck is a disclaimer? No, really if I owned it would I be posting it here? I'd be trying my damnedest to get the show back on the air.
The girl mumbles softly to herself, as she gnaws on her fingernail, and paces a hole across the length of the room.
She suddenly comes to a stomping stop, and closes her eyes. "I can't believe them," she huffs out on a barely audible sigh. Her stomping pace starts again, as her arm comes up to join the other in a tight clench across her chest. "They bring him back. GRRR!" Her anger at her friends rises, and she looks for something to throw. Her eyes land on a dog-shaped paperweight and she frees her tightly clasped arms. Picking the piece of glass up, she throws it against the wall it breaks apart with a satisfying crunch, and crashes to the floor. "Make him touchable, and just when I can touch him, feel him." Her chest heaves as unshed tears try to fall. She shakes her blonde head, and resumes her pacing. "I almost had the tips of my fingers on him, and they yank me AWAY!" The anger rises to out of this world heights as she glances around the room for something to lay all of her frustrations out on. She growls when there isn't anything in her sight to throw or punch conveniently.
He stands silently at the door, watching the blonde haired beauty, a smile on his handsome face. He'd been standing there for at least five minutes, but just couldn't break the silence as he seen Buffy ranting and raving. He can't get over how beautiful she is while she's right pissed at everyone. Not pissed at him of course, he hadn't done anything for the wrath of his love to come down on him.
When she growls, it brings him from his thoughts of her beating the hell out of Angelus for pulling her away from him. "Now, Luv."
The low drawl of his voice shocks her, and she slowly turns to look in the direction of the man in the door.
The stunned look on her face brings a teasing smirk onto his face. "Do you have any idea what that does to me?" His smirk is replaced by a genuine smile, a smile meant for the one who stands in front of him with her mouth gaped open and just a little bit of saliva at the edge of one corner of her mouth.
She knows she looks like a fool with her mouth hanging open and she can feel that tiny bit of spittle at the corner of her mouth, but she can't seem to make her tongue work to get rid of it. He stands in the doorway, his lithe body leaning casually on the framing, and he has the gull to have an amused smirk on that chiseled face of his. The only thing she wants to do is touch that face, even though he kept acting like an asshole.
"Spike." Her mouth finally decides that it wants to work, and all she can manage is his name. Worst of all, it had sounded completely desperate as it escaped her mouth on a whisper.
"It's been my name for more'n a hundred years." His smirk returns with a mischievous twitch of his lips. "Is that all you can say, Sweetheart? 'Cause I can think of quite a few more interestin' ones." He quits the casual leaning, and starts a slow walk over to the now gob smacked woman standing in the middle of the room. The smirk turns into an amused smile.
The no talking of Buffy concerns him. "Luv?" The question comes in a quiet voice.
She looks on at him; the stunned, and unbelieving look still evident in her green eyes. Her mouth slowly closes, and stays that way. She's speechless, and just wants to gaze on him, basking in the touchability of Spike. She tries to lift her hand, but all of her nerves seem to be frozen. God she wants to feel his cool skin on her suddenly too warm flesh.
Spike brow comes down with concern. "Pet, you gonna talk anytime soon, or did the me being corporeal make you mute?" He tries for a smile, something, but there isn't a reaction.
She stands there, thoughts rolling around in her mind, her arms tensely hanging at her sides, hands tightly clenched as she tries to hold back more tears as they threaten to course down her cheeks in total relief.
Spike's slow, even steps bring him to stand in front of her. He watches as one tear slowly starts to trail down her slightly flushed cheek.
"Oh, Luv," he gently whispers, and reaches up with the pad of his thumb to wipe away the offending tear.
Buffy finally gains control of her nerves, as she sees his hand come up in front of her right eye, and feels it rest on her face. She reaches up and clamps the coolness to her with a tight grip.
At the actual feeling of his skin against her own, the tears come in earnest. She can feel him, after months of not being able to touch, she could feel his flesh on hers, and it was... There's not a word to describe what she felt.
Her glistening eyes find the loving, and concerned blue of his, and without reserve she tells him what's in her heart. "I love you, Spike." She says it so lowly that even with the enhanced vampiric hearing he could barely make out what she'd just said to him.
His hand slowly slips to her chin and lifts her head up so that he can look deeply into her eyes. With a small smile "know you do, Luv," he replies. "You've known my feelings about that for quiet some time now." His smile never waivers as he stares silently into her eyes with the most intense look. It takes all of the breath from her lungs. How he can show so much feeling with just his eyes.
She can't take the intensity of all of this, and breaks the gaze making a honey colored lock of hair fall gently across her face.
Spikes loving look turns to one of fascination as he watches her. His index finger comes up to clear the strand of hair away, but the hair doesn't stay put and falls back down. Instead of trying to push it back again, he slides his fingers under her chin and lifts her gaze back into his.
"Love you too, Sweetheart," he mummers as he leans in and brushes a whisper of a kiss across her quivering lips. "Never have and never will quit lovin' you."
His whispered promise makes the breath in her still again. God, how on earth does he manage to do that? She asks herself, not knowing an answer she gazes up at him, and slowly moves closer to lean heavily on his chest. Her hands glide around his waist, as she breathes in his scent. The scent of old leather, blood, and something so uniquely Spike that there isn't a word in the world to describe it. The scent of him invades her senses and another tear slides down her cheek.
His hand comes to rest on her head, gently smoothing the hair under it. Her grip becomes tighter, and he feels a warm, wet spot forming on his shirt. He hates for her to cry, it tears his unbeating heart out, but he wouldn't have given this moment up for any other moment he'd ever had.
Not being able to take the tears any longer, his hands find her shoulders and push her back away from him. "What's with all the water works, Luv?" A finger reaches up and catches a tear. "Thought you wanted this. Us." His concern echoes in his words.
At the concerned words Buffy quickly wipes the salt water from her face, and takes a deep, steadying breath. "I do, god, how I want this. An us." She stills her quivering voice. "This is what I've wanted since..." She takes another breath, more tears threaten to fall as she thinks of the many times she could've touched him, but her hand had slipped right through him. "Since we came back." Her determined gaze finds his. "Just to feel you, to touch you. You don't know how much it was killing me. You were here, but you weren't." Her gaze burns, and seers into his. "My only wish was for you not to be all go throughable."
A lopsided smile finds it's way to his lips. He silently wipes another tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb, and looks at it. "Mine, too, Pet," he whispers, as he pulls her back into his embrace.
His hands find purchase at the gap between her shirt and waistband. His fingers play lightly over the exposed flesh as she slips her arms back around him.
He hears a muffled "MMM" against his tear dampened shirt. "Like that, baby?" His hand slowly rises up her back to the edge of her bra. His fingers rub her spine languorously, as he enjoys the feel of her heated flesh. Just the feel of her makes him grow bolder, and nimble fingers deftly unclasp the undergarment. His hands can now slide unheeded over the skin of her back.
Buffy breathes heavily against the hard chest she leans on. The feel of Spike's hands as they glide up and down her spine makes gooseflesh rise all over her body. Good lord, Buffy. It's only a massage. A really good massage, but that's all it is. But god, those expert movements make it seem like a whole heck of a lot more than a massage. It feels as if he's trying to crawl inside her. And how she wishes that he could.
She slowly moves apart from him, not too far, just enough so she can turn in his embrace. His hands never leave the worshipping of her skin. He doesn't relinquish her, just his tight hold on her waist.
As she turns around, his hands seem to glide around to her stomach, and start to knead the soft, and muscled flesh there.
His hands rubbing and caressing her abdomen send pleasant tingles over her body, from the tips of her toes to the very top of her head. She draws in a shallow breath. "Spike." She breathes the name out, unable to make another syllable, because of the goodness of his finger softly skating across her skin.
"Do you know how bloody fabulous it is to feel you in my arms, again," he asks, and smirks against the golden halo of her vanilla scented hair.
Would like to say thank you to Spuffyfan4eva and Rebel Goddess. Here's another chapter for everyone, even if you aren't reviewing, I know that there's more people reading this. I finally got some time to write although it's ten o'clock at night here. So you guys got another chapter within the same week. Go me.